"That doesn't count." Seth said dismissively, because it didn't. Most likely Henry left and came back within the hour and no one knew the wiser. He continued to pick up laundry, ignoring Henry's comment, mostly for something to keep him distracted. At the very least it wouldn't be covering his floor when he was done. "This reminds me of how I lived before Savannah and Leanne. And do you remember what you told me when I reverted back to this after Savannah and I split? You told me this was an unacceptable environment for a child."
The words felt harsh leaving his lips, and he knew Henry wouldn't take kindly to them, but they needed to be said. Yes, Henry lost his wife, there was no denying the tragedy of it, but he still had Bran to think of. "So I can do laundry for you. Then, we are going to go get you groceries."
He had a tone of finality, leaving little room for Henry to argue. He frowned as he sat on the arm of the couch and sorted the clothes in his hands in silence. When he had nothing left he ran his hands over his thighs as he thought about his next words. "There are still people counting on you Henry, Bran first and foremost. But there is me, and all your clients, W.Q.W. I suppose you feel, with the exception of Bran, none of it is important, but it is. I am here to help you anyway I can, but you've got to-- you have to start trying to make some sort of effort."
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